What’s Wrong With Me?
May 17, 2009I don’t think I can ever enter a movie theater and find people of my age when I go to see a flick by myself or maybe it’s just the Grand Lake Theater. Theater #14 my stub says and the next 2 hours will be filled with Jaimie Fox and Robert Downy Jr. exploring the poor, the mentally ill, and the musically gifted. Star Trek was the main event for the Saturday afternoon, but that was the reward for hopefully a great week full of work and possibly vomit.
The Grandlake Theater prides itself in showcasing how old it is, and down a hall to Theater #14, there are artifacts of the Grand’s past life. Old projectors and ticket stubs, I enter the theater and it’s filled with folks who can remember when they saw worlds through the old lenses and were permitted due to those old stubs. It was exactly like the time I saw Monster And Aliens alone due to a Hugh Laurie Man-Crush, where the theater wasn’t littered with childeren but rather baby-boomed 50 year olds. I took an Aisle seat in the modest theater, and well the Soloist played for 2 hours and was timely for me
Jaime Fox plays a schizo music genius and RDJ plays a columnist. My two main goals in the future workforce is not to be a writer, but rather a Psychologist. The portrayal of the poor in the film and the mental collapse of a Juliard alumni made me think about my "choice" of allowing myself to be immersed in the field of human behavior. Am I qualified to even think about others when I’m not in such a state.
I got home by walking by the lake which is being worked out. I’ve never truly identified with the Lake. I regret that I don’t take walks around it daily or even weekly, and my response "I live near the Lake" seems almost a lie. I should just say, "I live off Park" but the Lake is special. It’s also having the sidewalks "beautified" which I’m fine with. It’s just that every time I walk on it, it’s not being worked on. It just reminds me that like the lake, I should help work on myself.
When I got home, my mom found some of my dirty laundry. Well more like uneaten lunch, that has been ignored from mastication. The lunch period is where I BS with the soundtrack of a home made movie in the West Side of Oakland. I don’t really know why my lunch goes uneaten daily. So I guess this broke a straw somewhere with my mom and she lectured me verbatim like her previous lectures.
She’s right though. Everything I do isn’t for her, it’s for me. Still though, the things that I would like to acclompish and achieve in the remainder of my life is for me, and I have to find the motivation to get me to achieve those goals. I’m a pretty passive guy,and maybe I got to be more aggressive in whatever I want. I got to start doing things that would lead to chains till it becomes a metaphor about cliffs and ladders. I gotta want, and I gotta do.
